Friday, February 19, 2016
JOAN BAEZ ~ One Too Many Mornings ~
not my story.
there is snow outside this morning.
and now i am crying. what a stupid thing to do.my confusion is like a hurricane.
there is snow outside this morning.
and now i am crying. what a stupid thing to do.my confusion is like a hurricane.
500 miles - Peter, Paul and Mary [Original Audio]
i must be home where i feel at home,
no matter where
but with whom
or with myself
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
no matter where
but with whom
or with myself
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
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